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Insouciance Poems by C Dean

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Insouciance Poems by C Dean

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FP: A Modern Olympia (1874) by Paul Cézanne

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Publishers introduction Ahh dean thy Insouciance be like paintings of Moreau operas of Wagner full of degeneracy decadence

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and aestheticism it be like Wildes Salome

The Picture Of Dorian Gray say I perhaps like an opium dream of Coleridge at the end of the river Alph where thee dean wails for thy

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demon-lover where thee dean the be engulfed in deliciousness with perfume sweet be thy

Insouciance

full of oriental songs full of jewelled songs with tones exquisite

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tones audible fromst thy voice which drowns in a million delights Ahh the music soft fromst thy voice dean enraptures intoxicates into delirious bliss

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preface Ahh decadence doth devour itself

aesthetic nihilism in its own destruction ends sends thee the languor of ennui All pleasures collapse into oblivions languor sends thee see see all stimulants the neurons burn out sending thee into ennui Ahh sensations fleeting all expire give way the gem-like flame burns out extinguished by sensations o’er load heaven into hell delight to torments I do tell into Insouciance I hast fell

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Degeneration of Nordau lay around I Luxury corrupting deliciously

The

Poet with a painters pen

The

Poet with a musicians pen

writes upon shadows purpling thru room on walls Morris printed Daylight filters in through painted glass where lean saints kneel in rapture casting shadows rippling waves of nacreous o’er sheen Kurd carpets Bedouin chests Circassian narghilehs and Indian lacquered caskets lay scattered everywhere and blowzy flowers coquet with vain butterflies

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with pollen golden on their wings illumined with light both subdued and tinted by sprawling shades red yellow or green of hue and even covered by black lace paint opaline hues opulent o’er lick the forms of a standing Buddha Japanese masks and a puckered Chinese table next an inlaid writing-table of graceful rococo a gilt-painted couch between buhl-work cabinets Oh such beauty exciting the nerves and dazzling the senses ast all appear, now bathed in variegated diaphanous mist suffused with coloured radiance, Ahh Ahh shall sayeth I He who enters here must not doze, but be thrilled

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But

but no sense doth stimulate I no nerves made to sings with sensations kiss with languorous Insouciance the pores oft I weep ennui with the sweet moan sweet groan of Bosie I have outlived the days desirable [and] make indifference articulate and sings the cry of that languid bard Barnitz I am a little tired of all things mortal-including I – I see through half-shut eyelids languorous I am a little weary of the Persian girl of stoking Leilas jasmine-scented hair The

Poet with a painters pen

The

Poet with a musicians pen

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writes upon shadows purpling see she she lays there in perfumed haze I say exciting the nerves and dazzling the senses luminescent luminosity of palpitating flesh limbs and lips lips and breasts cunt and ass full of disconnected and antithetical effects in all arrangements, the constant contradiction between form and purpose Ahh for purpose what doth gaze I with listless lassitude upon that form which didst entice once I didst the veins in the cock of I make surge with fire didst make the knob of I weep that odorous juice of fecundity that flesh now quivering with desires flames hot but no not the flesh of I cold burnt out doth that flesh of she she that lays there doth not this withering flesh of I

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inspire to lust inspire to hungry kissings that cunt of she dripping sweet ooze into perfumed mist that curls and furls around flesh that scent be her soul vaporising into haze at the gaze of I that cunt hole of she pool of delightfulness that hole bubbling that splendour expiring into lust feasting on the eyes of I Ahh that odorous cunt fused with the scents of vanilla and pepper Ahh that odorous cunt an amphorae of Babylon that drips that liquidity sweeter than wine fromst Carchemish flavoured with myrrh and rose pollen Ahh that odorous cunt bejewelled with cunt juice dew flickering eyes of jungle beasts hungry for prey I say I say diamonds set glinting fires on that flesh a firmament illuminated that flesh in rut expiring

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lust sweating swelling pulpy flesh lubricious meat aromatic groaning for the lick of I that swelling flesh bathed in light diffused thru pink mist gleaming with a thousand eyes of dew perfume floating expiring fromst that flesh of she evaporating sighs Evaporating cries Evaporating groans flow fromst that panting beast that it doth want I to feast upon that want the eyes of I to burn like gold luminous the eyes of I drowning with the gaze of she and me pressed like two breasts fused each to each with my kiss shuddering in indescribable deliciousness BUT No more Coleridge kissess

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Ahh no voluptuous waves flowed thru this flesh of I dead no palpitating no melting naught but languorous lassitude with Insouciance to that flesh of she that I hath just kissed that I hath just licked into quivering jelly flesh no spasm naught nothing doth the flesh of I do feel for that cunt that cunt no joys doth give that cunt which hath I just kissed stare I with Insouciance at that flesh which hath kissed I that cunt chalice of delight once Eros’s temple fromst which floweths the elixir of immortality the juice of felicity fromst which floweths all lifes ambrosia all the nectar for lusting selves Ohh to think that just thenst didst kiss I that flesh sucked upon those lips bit that clit to think I hath kissed those fairy wings of flesh that

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cauldron of molten lust No more Coleridge kissess No more daydreams longing for that flesh that brightening glow of lusciousness that flesh that chasses away woe which didst kiss I with languid kiss slow Ahh howeth that cunt hole of thee didst bubble with the perfumes sweet blent with thy sighs sweet sounds sweeter thanst the dove that kissed the ears of I that kissed the ears of I with thy soft murmuring with thy soft caresses to the touch of I which I didst breathe o’er thee a breath lovelier than a virgins enamour’d eyes BUT No more Coleridge kissess No more the press of flesh to flesh

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No more doth flesh turn to flames with the press of flesh

Look looketh howeth the light filters o’er this degeneracy this ‘ Inferno of Dante where light breathes o’er all its odours like fromst scented blooms see see these shadows kiss the tips of copper tipped Persian water pots see see these silhouettes splashed o’er pictures stand on easels draped with velvet watch those sinuosities dance in contortions undulating fromst the breaths of she twisting shapes capricious incandescent embers of light illuminations in the eyes dilated of she reflecting zigzags of myriad hues of lusts delightfulness caressing that flesh

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enclosed in that orchard of fruity raptureousness look looketh at those limbs of she bathed in variegated diaphanous mist

Looketh look at that cunt hair of she now suffused with coloured radiance

Look looketh at those thighs of she the flesh tints shrouded in depths of artfully -effected clair-obscur

Looketh look at those cunts lips dyed in unreal chords of colour those lips hanging draperies of phosphorent flesh floating floating like leaves o’er a moonlit lotus pond veils of light that float in the air perfumed those lips curved flesh mountain peaks crests

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enamelled with luminous powders of sapphire rubies and diamonds fires those lips that exhale lasciviousness to kiss the lips of I Ahh howeth that flesh seems to murmur with muted music thru those threads of mist heated vapors melting splashing o’er that quaking flesh of she

Ahhh see that flower faded of Coleridge that cunt which I hast plucked with the swollen puffy lips of I that stalk which I hast licked which I hast sucked in my careless days in my days of decadence voluptuousness Ahh hast inhaled I those perfumes sweating fromst that gorged flesh Ohh

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howeth didst savour I those odours sweet deliciousness

But But now thee hast no allure for I the gaze of I doth pass o’er thee that evening gem has faded in its light that flesh dewed that once wast such beauty to I leaves thee blushing but leaves I with Insouciance for thee and watch I watch I that flower that once didst bloom for I wither wilt ast thee doth see and tears drip fromst thy eyes fromst thy deep-sighing lips thee sees my lust in truth lost to thee lost to thy selfish joy Ahh that cunt thee in truth that once tasted I such sweetness now but leaves I dead all feeling all sensations destroyed o’er indulged the

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nerves of I thy flesh doth just serve up to I only Ahh those sensations that didst burn hard with a gem-like flame those those experiences fleeting meeting o’er the flesh of I exciting coming going in the rush of pulses beats in the rush of the fleshes heat that didst unite in paroxysms of bliss but to melt away I say and to return in each on going surge to ast sayeth the Sage Pater the perpetual weaving and unweaving of myself the perpetual weaving from non-being to being on the waves of fleeting experience fleeting experiences Ohh thee that lays there dead to I my flesh the cold heart of I for cry I for groan moan I the hard gem-like flame be burnt out of I

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